8 comments/ 40136 views/ 12 favorites 32A By: G-String I wake up in the middle of the night. I have psyched myself into such a state that I just can't go back to sleep. Thinking back over the years, everything started with a size 32A bra. It happened on one morning when I just turned 13. In my locked bedroom, I clipped on a flimsy unpadded white cotton bra. I knew that I didn't need to wear one but I had been donning it occasionally since the age of nine, shortly after my mum left dad for another man. I didn't know what went wrong between my parents. When they were still together so to speak, they were rarely home at the same time. They told me that they had dinner parties to attend, but apparently not together. I had no idea what mum did for a living, but she had lots and lots of very pretty dresses and she surely looked beautiful in them. When she went away, she left some unwanted clothes behind. At the time, I wondered if I was among the unwanted things in her life. Dad told our amah to throw all mum's things into the bin but I secretly retrieved them, including that bra, and I had kept everything for myself. Her clothes were way too big for me but I secretly tried them at home. The amah caught me once and thought it was hilarious. But I told myself that I must be more careful in the future and I only wore them again behind my locked bedroom door. I supposed that I shouldn't blame mum for leaving. Right after she disappeared, another woman joined dad in bed and they were soon married. I found out that she wore 34C. To me, she looked really clumsy on top! Not long after they were married, I got kicked out of the house. I assumed that she considered me a bloody stumbling block. So I ended up living with my grandparents and they spoiled me rotten. Dad came about once or twice a month, sometime with that hateful woman in tow, to bring money and an occasional unwanted toy. Well, enough of the background shit. I remembered that it was a very special day, because I planned to wear a bra to school for the first time. I noticed that some girls in my class had started wearing them and I thought that perhaps it was time for me to do the same. Timidly, I clipped it on behind my back and pulled on the school shirt. I added a navy blue cardigan that I wouldn't normally wear. I checked myself in the mirror and I couldn't tell the difference. Good, I didn't want to be conspicuous. Otherwise, it would be most embarrassing. At the school gate, I took a deep breath instantly feeling the added restraint around my chest. I looked around and nobody seemed to notice the difference. Suddenly, I felt great! It was double Chinese history for the first morning session, the most boring subject. I sort of slouched over my desk and it was a miracle that I stayed awake. So it came as a relief when the bell chimed for the morning recess. I watched my classmates filed out of the classroom. As the last of them had left, I stretched my arms and yawned, again feeling the pull of the bra-straps. "Why are you wearing a bra?" Stunned, I turned and saw Jasmine who was sitting at her desk a column to my left and two rows behind. She sat diagonally opposite to the classroom door from me. No wonder that I had missed her. "Don't know what you are talking about." I blurted out but felt a heat spreading on my cheeks. Jasmine got up and walked slowly but menacingly over. Suddenly, she reached out a hand, pulled at the bra-strap that I thought was well hidden under my cardigan and shirt then let it snap back behind my left shoulder with a loud crack. It was a wicked joke that boys played with girls, but how dare she! "Tell me what it is then, Steven." I was busted! O.M.G. just imagine what my classmates would say if they found out. I turned beetroot and was worried sick. "I..." "Well, is that a bra you're wearing or not?" A millions things rushed to my head and I didn't know what to say. I guessed that I must have nodded. "So, aren't you going to tell me why you are wearing a bra?" I looked up at her but couldn't find the right word. "How did you find out?" I asked after a long pause. "Well, first of all, you shouldn't slouch over your desk. The bra hooks showed under the cardigan at your back. Second, you don't normally wear a cardigan and today is not a particularly cold day. So I guessed that you must have put it on for a reason. And now I know that reason." I was stunned but she continued. "Don't worry. I checked the others sitting behind you. I don't think that they have noticed it, yet!" I sighed in relief but then I was seized by an apprehension that Jasmine now held my embarrassing secret. "You are not going to tell anyone are you? Please, Jasmine!" I begged her. "Oh, no! I am not going to blackmail you, if that was what you were worrying about. If anything, I might even try to help you." "I... I don't know what you mean..." Puzzled, I looked at her. Jasmine was a repeater who joined our class this year. She was a big girl. Well, I didn't really mean big but she was very tall as she was taller than me by about five inches. At the time, she was 5'7" and I later found out that she was 10 months and 12 days older than me. She kept her hair short like, off the ears and off the collar. Even I grew my hair longer that she. She assumed a boyish manner and she didn't seem to have any friends. Came to think of it, if our classmates found out that I wore a bra, I wondered if I would have any friend left. Jasmine and I had been in the same class for almost half a year and we had not once talked to each other, until today. Now I looked closely at her for the first time. She could be quite pretty, but in a cool sort of way. "Tell me first, do you like wearing girls' things." I hesitated for a long time then nodded timidly. There was no point denying. "Well, then perhaps I can give you a bit of help." The bell chimed all of a sudden. Jasmine snapped my bra-strap playfully again. "Ouch! Stop it Jasmine, it hurts." "Remember, sit up straight and don't slouch! We shall talk again at lunch." With that she walked back to her seat. I spent the rest of the morning sitting like a ramrod, worrying sick what Jasmine might do with my secret. She could give an announcement to the whole class at any second and land me in the shit. Yet, I didn't go to the toilet to take off the bra. In any case, even if I took it off, I couldn't bear parting with it. It was part of mum's legacy. I had to keep it with me and it was liable to discovery... Despite my worries, Jasmine did nothing. The bell chimed for lunch and our classmates left in a hurry, leaving just Jasmine and I behind. I didn't dare to go. Now she had some sort of hold on me and I felt it improper to leave without her permission. "So, are you going to tell me about it?" Jasmine started in a friendly and encouraging tone. Red-faced, I told her the story from the retrieval of mum's legacy to being discovered in the ill-fitting dress by the amah and that I had tried some of mum's lipsticks and nail-vanish. Jasmine listened with fascination. To me, it was such an unexpected relief having finally told someone all about it. "Jasmine, I just want you to know that I'm not a faggot. I... I just like wearing pretty dresses." "Well, I have some really pretty dresses that should fit you. But what size of shoes do you ware?" I told her and asked, "But why are you helping me?" "I have my reasons. And I think you can be quite pretty when dressed up." I looked at her, my face piping hot. "Don't worry, I want to be your friend." She smiled. And I wanted to believe her. We talked through the whole lunch hour with just the two of us in the classroom and she shared half of her ham and egg sandwich with me. "Promise that you will wear a bra and perhaps one of your mum's silky drawers tomorrow, will you?" I looked at her sceptically. "Don't you trust me? If I wanted to do something to hurt you, I would have done so already." She sounded as though she was pleading with me. "Alright!" I nodded. I kept tossing and turning in my bed that night. I was back safely in my sanctum and Jasmine had nothing on me now. If she decided to tell someone the following day, I could always deny it and call her a liar. Yet, I was curious where this was leading us. Came the following morning, I clipped on an unpadded soft silk bra. I tugged my willy between my legs and wrapped it tightly with a matching pair of knickers until it gave the appearance of a flat crotch. As a result, however, I had to walk with an unnatural sway on the hips to ease the discomfort and I knew that I looked a sissy. I had practised that walk before and it gave me an odd sense of, being feminine. I didn't know why but I decided to put a pair of sponge bra-padding in a plastic bag and hid it among my books in the schoolbag. I met Jasmine in the classroom. When no body was watching, I turned my back to her and slouched. She gave me a knowing wink in return. I sat in pins and needles the whole morning, pressing my thighs together, feeling the titillating squeeze of the silky underwear. I couldn't remember what was taught during the lessons. When it came to lunch, I could wait no more. "Jasmine, I kept my side of the bargain. Yesterday, you said you would help me. What have you planned?" "You'll soon find out." "C'mon. Just give me a little hint, please!" "No." I begged her repeatedly but all she agreed to share with me was her sandwich. The bell finally chimed at 3:45, and our classmates got up and left. Some of them turned and looked quizzically at Jasmine and I, as we were the only ones still fidgeting with our schoolbags. No doubt some of them would recall that Jasmine and I recently spent recesses and lunches together and would perhaps start wondering what we were up to. We were at that age very sensitive to goings-on between boys and girls! But Jasmine and I! Give me a break and don't be ridiculous! In any case, I was dying in anticipation, to find out what Jasmine had installed for me. When all the others had left, there was a brief awkward silence. "See you on the 6th floor in five minutes," she said suddenly and walked out of the classroom. The 6th floor was at the top of the teaching block where our science laboratories were located. It would be deserted at this time of the day. I struggled with myself - should I trust her or should I make a run? But she had done nothing to embarrass me. Well, nothing yet I reminded myself! I deliberated for a good five minutes and I was going crazy in my head. Finally, I made up my mind. "Psst..." I looked towards the sound and saw Jasmine poking her head out at the turn of the L-shaped corridor on 6th floor. Gingerly, I walked over to her. "You surely took your time. I thought you weren't coming." For the first and perhaps the only time, she was angry with me. "I..." "You almost chickened out, right?" I nodded shamefaced. "C'mon," she waved and headed towards the female toilet. "Wait Jasmine, where are we going?" "Don't worry, I checked the whole floor and the floor below. There's no body around." I thought to myself if I got caught in the girls' room then I would be in deep shit. "C'mon, I've got something for you to try on." Seeing that I was still hesitating she added, "Don't you want to?" I checked both directions on the corridor. There was nobody in sight. I nodded and followed her, my heart suddenly galloping. It was the first time I went inside a female toilet and I decided that I liked it better. It was cleaner and smelled fresher. In retrospect, I believed the janitor had just cleaned it up right after school. She pointed at a cubicle and said, "In there". When I got inside she said, "Now take off your uniform and I shall give you what's in here." She said as she patted on her schoolbag. My face was turning red. "You mean right here, right in front of you!" "What's the matter? You will still be wearing your underwear. It is not as though I am going to see you starker. Remember, you wanted to try some dresses. I risk getting caught to be here with you." "But..." "But what?" She stared impatiently at me. "I mean, could you at least turn around when I, uh, get undress..." "You're really shy, aren't you?" I pleaded with her but she shook her head. "No. Take it as a form of training. You have to be brave if you are going to try my dresses. Either you do it now or I am leaving." I sensed that she was getting angry again. I didn't want to upset her, especially not in my predicament. I gulped as I started to pull off my cardigan. I hesitated briefly before I unbuttoned my school shirt and took it off as well. All I had on top was a pastel pink bra and my cheeks were on fire. I looked uncertainly at Jasmine, expecting mockery but seeing none. She just took my shirt and cardigan and helped folding them up neatly. Shaking like a leaf, I turned my back to her as I fumbled with the buckle of my leather belt, unzipped my grey flannel and after some further hesitation I removed the last piece of my uniform. I checked myself to make sure that my willy was properly tugged out of sight before turning back to face Jasmine. By then, I was standing in just mum's pink silk bra and knickers set, my white ankle socks and I had laced up my black leather shoes again. She studied me and her eyes seemed to linger a fraction longer at my flat crotch before checking the rest of me. Then she shook her head. "No. That won't do. Take those off as well." Stunned, I protested. "You said I could keep the underwear." "I mean you should take off your shoes and socks, you silly bugger! They don't match the dress that I've prepared for you." I grinned nervously and complied. Standing barefooted on the cold tiled floor, I felt queasy and my willy was straining to break cover! "What happened to your, uh, thing? I was half expecting something sticking out in front." She pointed at my silk kickers. I told her. "I see. Now, hand those over and I shall give you your dress and shoes." I had gone that far there was really no point protesting further. Jasmine took my trousers, shoes and socks and set them aside when she searched inside her schoolbag. My heart thumped as she pulled out a white pleated school dress, a black pair of Dr Martens T-Bar Mary Jane with shiny buckles and a brand new pair of knitted socks, still in its polythene packet. "Now try them on." Everyday, I saw girls in that school dress and I never dreamed that I could have a chance to wear it myself. I looked up at Jasmine in disbelief! "C'mon, hurry up. We haven't got all day here." "Thanks!" I muttered and stepped into the dress. In her excitement, Jasmine helped me to zip up at the back. I clipped up the thin white cotton waist belt and thought the dress fit me perfectly. Next, I took up the polythene packet. It was a pair of white knitted knee socks in crisscross pattern. It was not the regulation white ankle socks but I had seen girls in those with the legs rolled down to ankles in school, only to pull them up after they had left the school perimeters. And I thought girls looked really pretty in them. "Jasmine, you bought this brand new for me." "No, you silly bugger! My mum bought it for me but I didn't like it. It's just not my style. Now would you please hurry up?" I unwrapped the packet and Jasmine threw the packing into a small lidded-bin by the toilet seat. I was so naive at the time that I kept wondering why people put bins in the toilet, just so that girls could discard the wrappings of their pretty socks? As Jasmine was waiting impatiently, I pulled the socks up my calves. Suddenly, I felt so pretty. However, at the same time I also sensed that I was getting an erection and my thingie was feeling really uncomfortable, trapped in the tight pair of knickers. And it would be most embarrassing if my thingie sprang out unexpectedly from its confinement! "Well, what are you waiting for? Put the shoes on. It's size 37 just as you said and I hope that they fit." I smoothed the dress under me, as I had seen girls do so often in the classroom and sat on the toilet seat before slipping my stockinged feet into her shoes. They were not new. Jasmine probably wore them until her feet grew too big for them. I buckled up and they felt quit comfortable. "How do I look?" I asked feeling more excited than embarrassed now. "Not bad, for a boy..." she said as she gazed down at my flat chest. "Oh, I forgot these." I fished out the two sponge pads from my schoolbags and showed them to her. "Great, let me unzip you at the back and you can put them in." I gave her a mischievous grin, turned my back to her again as I stuffed the sponge pads inside the silk bra-cups. "Done, can you zip me up again?" "Sure, but you'll have to learn doing it all by yourself soon." I heard the zip coming up and immediately felt a tightening around my 'bosom'. I had no idea but it was such a wonderful feeling! Jasmine fumbled a bit at the nape of my neck that I later discovered was a tiny hook, holding the collar together. When I turned around, Jasmine whistled. "You look really... attractive. Now, I can't call you Steven any more can I, with those!" She made a gesture with her palms, imitating my bosom that looked more curvy that hers. "Well, I shall call you Cindy. How 'bout that?" "Cindy sounds fine to me. Thank you, Jasmine. But how do I look really?" "How 'bout if we go to the changing room by the gym and you can check it out on the full-length mirror there?" "It's such a drag, having to get changed all over again and again. And what if there was somebody there?" "Who said you were going to get changed?" She said. I looked around and suddenly realized that she had put all my clothes away. "Jasmine, give me back my clothes. I can't go out like this. Please!" "Of course you can. You look more like a girl than me." "Don't be ridiculous. Give me back my clothes, oh please!" "Look yourself in the mirror and tell me that you don't look at least as pretty as any girl in our class." I checked the mirror abov the hand basin. She was right. Not bad if I were a girl. I fidgeted with my hair. It almost reached the shoulder and covered the ears but the styling was wrong. I combed it a bit with my fingertips but it still didn't look right. Jasmine took a comb and pulled my hair over the forehead and fringed my cheeks. "How's that?" She smiled encouragingly. "No, I better get changed." "I already said no. Now either you come with me or you stay here on your own." She grabbed both our schoolbags and made for the door. I tried to stop her but she shrugged off my hand and was suddenly gone, leaving me behind. I panicked, checked my face again in the mirror and immediately dashed out of the girls' room. I was petrified that Jasmine would leave me like this, but she was waiting outside. "You have thought of everything, haven't you? You planned it and you tricked me." "What did you say?" I thought she would be angry but she looked hurt instead. "Jasmine, I... I'm just scared." "You still don't trust me?" I look at her and I finally understood. "Of course, I trust you. I'm sorry." She smiled and said, "Let's go then." Gingerly, I followed closely behind her steps. We took the central staircase cautiously down the floors. As we approached the 1st floor, we saw light from the staff office. We didn't wait around to be discovered but hurried down the stairs. Instantly, I became aware of the bellowing of the dress. It felt kind of strange. I had seen girls pressing down their dresses in the wind and I did the same. Quietly, we slipped into the female changing room. There was a full-length mirror by the door and I saw Cindy for the first time and Cindy looked really lovely and if I might add, quite attractive in her uniform. 32A "Now, you have seen it for yourself. Do you still doubt me?" "Jasmine, please forgive me, and thank you very much." She smiled radiantly at me as I turned and twisted my torso, admiring Cindy in the mirror. I was so excited that I kept twirling round and round in front of the mirror liked Natalie Portman in Black Swan. I thought to myself that if I could wear this dress in class then it would be really great. However, I knew that would be silly. "Can I keep this dress?" Jasmine nodded with a grin. "Now, can I have my clothes back?" I said after giving one last lingering look at Cindy. "Of course not." "Jasmine, enough is enough. I really want to get changed now. Someone might come in at any second." "But why change. There's really no need to. You're so pretty, nobody can tell." "Come on, Jasmine." "No." She said brusquely. At that juncture, two girls in PT kits came into the changing room. My heart was thumping madly all of a sudden and my face turned scarlet. I bent over a bench and pretended to fiddle with my socks, hoping that my hair could hide my glowing hot cheeks. I looked up pleadingly at Jasmine but she shook her head firmly. Then from the mirror, I saw that one of the girls had slipped off her top and was she wearing just a white bra on top. I thought to myself, "O.M.G. is she going to take off her bra as well!" My heart was pumping so furiously that I began to feel dizzy. "Let's go, Cindy." Jasmine said just as the other girl was wriggling her PT top over her shoulders, baring a sports-bra. When Jasmine saw that I was still making no move, she added, "C'mon, it's getting late." The two girls were staring at us now. I pulled my hair with my fingertips, trying desperately to hide my face as I followed Jasmine out of the changing room. Nervously, I hid behind Jasmine. As we went for the school gate, we saw more girls, from the volleyball team, heading towards the changing room. I just lowered my head, hoping that if I didn't look at them, they wouldn't discover that I was wearing the wrong uniform. At the school gate, Jasmine suddenly threw a heavy pink backpack to me. "It's your. A gift." She said. I checked it and found my schoolbag along with my clothes inside. I looked up at Jasmine and I didn't know what to say. "C'mon, Cindy." As if in a trance, I followed her. "Where are we going?" I asked in a hush and nervous voice. Yet, I was feeling really excited deep down for Cindy's first public appearance. "I am taking you home to show you some really pretty dresses. Is that all right?" What choice did I have, but say yes? We took a bus. It was rather crowded and I felt men pressing against my body. Instinctively, I crossed my arms to protect my bosom. I also pressed my thighs tightly together, praying that my thingie would stay in place and not slip out to embarrass me. "Mum, I'm home and I've brought my friend Cindy over for a visit." Jasmine's mum came out of the kitchen and said hi. She was also a tall woman. I wondered if I was imagining things but I saw no warmth in her smile. Jasmine took me to her room and locked the door. "Your mum seems nice." I said. "You liar. I saw that you noticed the chill in her smile." I looked at Jasmine with a new respect. She didn't miss a thing. "Is your mum always like that?" "Ha! Now she probably thinks that we are lesbian lovers." "You're kidding me!" "Well, I'm not les if that was what you were thinking. I just don't like the clothes, the make-up and the things she bought me. If I could have a choice, I would rather be a man." Judging from her behaviour at school, I could very well believe her. "Now, you want some pretty dresses. Take your pick." She pulled open the door of her walk-in wardrobe and my jaw dropped. "Oh My..." There were literally dozens of colourful dresses all hanging at the far end while a few pair of jeans and unisex casual wears that I presumed were her favourites were left hanging near the doorway. "Your mum bought you all these?" She nodded. "Then she must love you dearly." "Well, I have no use of them. They're just not my style. In fact, I hate them. Last year, I had a big row with mum. She wanted me to wear a 'lady-like' dress to dinner with her and her friends, those snobs! I told her that I was not interested in her dresses or her friends. Then she suddenly yelled at me, asked why I behaved like a tomboy and queried if I was, you know, a lesbian... "After the row, we hardly spoke to each other for a month. To show how pissed off I was with her, I failed my exams deliberately last year. Well, count yourself lucky. Otherwise, we wouldn't come across each other and you wouldn't be here." "Jasmine, how can you be so cruel to your mum?" "Oh hell, not another word, please!" "So you mean I can borrow some of your dresses?" "For all I care, you can have them." "Oh no, that won't do. I can't be your puppet, to act against your mum." "You trying to be a smartarse or what! So, do you want my dresses or not?" "Perhaps I could come around once in a while and try them." "You mean to pose as my lesbian lover and give my mum a heartache once in a while?" "Oh no, but..." "You look really lovely and convincing in this school dress. Perhaps I would lend you one piece at a time so that you can dress up at home. And if you're brave," she paused and stared at me, challenging me, "we can have a date. You did say that your grandparents trust you and let you go out, right?" "That's no problem, but I don't want people to see us as dykes." "Wrong. You will be going out with a boyfriend." "You mean... you are the boyfriend? You are going to dress up like a man!" "Well, I'm proposing a date to you, yes or no?" I thought about it for a bit. Then I checked her collection of pretty dresses and I was truly tempted. "Let me pick one for you now, Cindy." She went inside. Half a minute later, she came out with a knitted dress in red and white stripes. "This will suit you very nicely." It was like brand new and I doubted if Jasmine had worn it before. It was, as she put it, just not her style! I measured it against my shoulder and checked it in the mirror. It was kind of short but it was really pretty. Before I could say, "Yes, please" Jasmine fetched me a pair of tan leather ankle boots with sensible two-inch heels. Well, the boots had been worn before but they were good as new. "You will probably need one of these." She pulled open a deep drawer at the far end of her wardrobe. There must be hundreds of tights and all sorts of pretty socks, like the pair that I was wearing. They were all brand new and were still in their original packing. "Take this." She threw me a packet of neon-green nylon. "Thanks! Can I try them on now?" I didn't demure this time and took everything eagerly. "Nah," she shook her head and continued. "Surprise me on Friday night when we shall have our first date. Oh, that's tomorrow night!" I thought for a bit and nodded with a grin. "Now, perhaps it's time for me to finally get changed." I said. "You mean you want mum to ask you where Cindy was and why there was a boy in my bedroom." I gulped. I never thought of that. "So, how am I going to change back to my clothes?" "Well, that's your problem isn't it? If I were you, I wouldn't bother. You will be the prettiest schoolgirl in town." "I can't go home like this." "Of course you can. Now, unless Cindy wants to stay and have dinner with my mum and dad, I suggest you say goodbye to mum. I shall see you tomorrow at school." "You planned this. You tricked me into this." She shrugged. Carefully, I checked my hair then my bosom at her dresser mirror. I took a few deep breaths to work up my courage for a quick goodbye and left. Jasmine accompanied me to the bus stop and stayed until my bus came. "Don't worry. Cindy, you look great. Honest!" Suddenly, I was left on my own and my stomach was turning upside down. I became such a nervous wreck that I just stood at one side on the bus looking down at the shiny buckles of my Mary Jane, trying to avoid eye contact with the others. However, there were some girls from another school on the bus. They saw that I was standing and they squeezed together to free up a space for me to sit next to them. This had never happened to Steven before! "Thanks." I muttered in my best attempt of a girlish lilt. Yet, my heart was thudding so loudly I felt sure that the girls could hear it. My knees felt wobbly as I alighted the bus near home. How could I explain to my grandparents? I tried looking for a public toilet to get changed. But should I go to a men's room or the ladies' room? I risked getting arrested either way. The safest bet, after all, was to sneak back home as quickly and as quietly as possible. Gently, I slipped the key in the lock and turned. I could hear granny cooking in the kitchen and grandpa was nowhere in sight. I suppose that he would be playing chess with friends at the community hall. Quickly, I tiptoed to my bedroom and locked the door. "Steven, is that you?" "Yes." "You are late today. Can you come and give me a hand." "Yes, I won't be a minute." I was dying to try on Jasmine's pretty dress but that would have to wait. I stripped off the school dress, the bra and stuffs and hurriedly pulled on my t-shirt and shorts to join granny in the kitchen. "Keep, stirring." Grandma instructed as she stepped out of the kitchen to prepare the table. "Steven, why there is a dress on your bed?" Stunned, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to put it away. My head was suddenly spinning. Granny was standing and staring at me at the doorway while holding Jasmine's old school dress. I had to think on my feet and think fast. I told her that was my costume for a school play where boys and girls had to switch roles. "Can I come and see it?" "I don't think so. It's an inter-class drama competition and no guests were invited, sorry!" "Well, tell me all about it, will you?" And thank god, I got out of that one. But I just couldn't afford to be so careless anymore! Jasmine and I again spent the morning recess alone in the classroom and I told her all about granny's discovery. "Clever that you thought of a school play. But why didn't you tell her that it was a school project. Tell her instead that we had to switch roles and go out in town every Friday evening, starting from tonight?" I stared at her and she suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. So are you up to it tonight?" "I suppose so." "You don't sound very positive." "I am so scared of getting caught." Then I told her about the girls on the bus and she just giggled. "And this evening, I have to find a way to sneak out home as Cindy." "Well, that's your problem." I sighed. Jasmine could be so impossible, at times! We had lunch together but we didn't stay in the classroom as our classmates were already giving us the eyes. In any case, we agreed to meet at 6:00 tonight. When the school bell chimed at 3:45, we left separately in a hurry. Granny was watching TV in the living room and grandpa was not at home as expected. Last night, I told them that I was joining some classmates for dinner to discuss about the play. My plan was to sneak out at 5:30 dressed as Cindy, around the time granny would start cooking in the kitchen. Now, I had to work fairly quickly. Otherwise, I would be late for Cindy's first date. With the bedroom door securely locked, I dug out the pretty dress Jasmine lent me from the pink backpack. It was a knitted woollen dress in bold red and white stripes. It looked rather short. I stripped and searched through my collection of underwear. I chose a padded black bra with a black pair of lacy bikini knickers. I donned them quickly and double-checked that I had my thingie safely tugged out of sight. When I slipped on the dress, it felt very soft and light. The dress was meant to be formfitting and it came down to just around mid-thigh, leaving the better half of my legs on show. Sexy, I thought to myself. But when I smoothed the dress over my small bosom, I frowned. "No, not good enough." I removed the dress and stuffed an extra pair of sponge padding in the padded bra cups. When I put the dress back on and checked I frowned again. Was I overdoing it? I looked kind of clumsy on top! However, for tonight I preferred a slightly exaggerated version of Cindy. Whether Jasmine was a lesbian or not, I wanted her to have a really sexy and attractive girlfriend tonight. Quickly, I slipped on the glossy pair of tights and admired my legs in the mirror. "Hi, sexy!" I said but had to try it again at a higher pitch, in a girlish lilt. "Hurry up Cindy. No time to waste." I told myself. I put on the boots. They fit and the leather was supple but the narrow toecaps felt rather uncomfortable against my feet. I wondered if Jasmine had a pair half-size bigger. She probably had. Yesterday, I noticed that she had quite a collection of, how should I describe them, very 'lady-like' shoes. And they all looked like brand new to me. I planned to make myself up nicely for our first date and it was getting really late. Quickly, I unscrewed the Revlon bottle. As I applied a coat of fiery red vanish on my short nails, I told myself that I had to let my fingernails grow. Painstakingly, I applied varnish on the right hand. I spent the next 10 minutes or so admiring Cindy's voluptuous body in the mirror, her sexy stockinged legs and the bright nail varnish. Not bad! But if I could be a bit rounder on the hips then I would look much sexier, I thought to myself. When I was certain that the varnish had set in, I added the lipstick and eyeliner. "Steven, do you want something to eat before you go out." Granny asked as she knocked on my door and I almost had a heart attack. "No thanks!" I halted my girlish lilt and switched back to my normal voice, "I want to get some homework done before going out." "All right." Then I heard she walked to the kitchen. Shortly after, granny was chopping with the cleaver. I checked my watch. Damn, it was 5:35 already! Oh Jasmine, I was trying really hard today! Don't get mad at me, if I was just a few minutes late! I checked myself in the mirror and realized that I had done nothing about the hair. Carefully, I combed my hair the way Jasmine showed me yesterday. I checked my watch again but realized that it didn't match my Cindy outfit and it had to go. I took it off and told myself that would have to do for now. I had nothing to put my wallet and keys. I grabbed them, eased open my bedroom door a crack and listened. Granny was still chopping in the kitchen. I tiptoed to the door in this uncomfortable pair of boots, didn't pause to say goodbye but slipped outside quickly, in case granny would put down the cleaver, come out and catch me in this outrageous outfit! Wearing this very light and body clinging short dress, I knew that I was showing too much legs. A light breeze blew right through the knit-ware making me feel naked. Suddenly, I became conscious that men were checking me out. Yet, I felt a weird kind of satisfaction. Jasmine, you should be so proud of Cindy tonight. I took the bus to Tsimshatsui, my heart thudding furiously all the while, as men on the bus were stealing glances at me. I didn't have my watch but the tower-clock said 6:20! I was really late and I dreaded Jasmine's wrath. I walked towards the seafront and scanned around but couldn't find her. I began to worry. Perhaps she was so mad at me that she had left already. "Hi, sexy!" said a familiar voice. I turned around and saw Jasmine, or was that really she? She wore a thick chequered cotton shirt showing no telltale curve on top, a pair of loose-fitting denim jeans that couldn't disguise her long slim legs and a pair of Nike trainers. She also had an ugly pair of glasses in a thick black frame. The lenses must be plain-glass, I thought to myself and chuckled. "You looked so stupid with that pair of glasses, Jasmine" "Sssh..." "Oh, I... I, I mean James." I corrected myself. She smiled. "And you looked so devilishly sexy, Cindy." She said while ogling lecherously all over me. And I just blushed from head to toes! We went to the nearby MacCafe at Star House and ordered a simple dinner that I insisted on paying, to show my appreciation for her help. "Everything fit you alright, I guess?" Jasmine, or was it James, asked while sipping a cup of cappuccino. "The dress is too short. I am surprised that your mum let you wear this. "Well, she would try anything just if I tried the girlie stuff she bought me. In any case, you were supposed to wear it over leggings and not just a pair of sheer nylon, sexy." "You tricked me into this!" "Yes, how did you guess," she grinned. "I thought the dress would look nicer though, with a belt." "Come to think of it, there was a belt to go with the dress. I just forgot about it yesterday, sorry!" "Then the boots, they felt a bit cramp around the toes. I wondered if you had something else half a size bigger." "I just might. But I thought they looked nice with the dress, don't you think?" "Sure, they go very nicely together." "So, any more complaints?" "Well, a handbag to put my things would be nice." I showed her my keys and wallet. "I shall remember that next time and perhaps a watch for you too. Anything else?" I couldn't tell whether she mentioned the watch as a kind of rebuke for my lateness. Suddenly, she was ogling all over me again and she made me queasy. I crossed my legs and pressed a hand over the hem of the short dress, making sure that I looked decent. "Uh, nothing, no complaints." I shook my head. "Well, then I have one." "Yeah?" "Must you be so over the top? I mean, it looked at though you were wearing at least C or probably D-cups. You like top-heavy type women?" "No, I don't. In fact, I thought they looked kind of clumsy. But, I thought you might..." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Sorry!" I blushed. "It's all right. I just don't like men all around gawping at my girlfriend." I blushed a few shades deeper. "Well, you looked rather handsome... James." I tried to divert the attention. "I thought you said you didn't like the glasses. I knew that I looked stupid with them. Yet, I couldn't leave home without them." She glanced around and lifted the glasses briefly. I had to agree with her. She looked too damn pretty in the face without that awful piece of disguise. "I see what you mean. But you look very tall and handsome, even with that stupid pair of glasses!" "Thanks!" she smirked. "Now, shall we go out for a walk on the promenade? After all, it's our first date." "Sure... Jas... James." I must get used to calling her James, otherwise we would both look really stupid. We got up and headed for the exit. The heels of her boots were suddenly making so much noise on the tiled floor that I noticed men's eyes were burning on my body. A shiver went down my spine as I pressed the embarrassingly short dress down behind my back and made my way carefully up the stairs. We walked by the seafront but at an awkward distance from each other, pretending to admire the night scene on Hong Kong Island across the Victoria Harbour. As we were passing through the dark shadow behind the Cultural Centre, we saw pairs of lovers holding hands, cuddling and some even kissing. I felt a sudden sense of unease. I glanced sheepishly at Jasmine and found that she was gazing down at me. She must have also realized our predicament. I felt her hand reaching across and took mine. Her palm felt so soft and warm and my cheeks were burning all of a sudden. 32A "Don't worry, let's pretend. After all, you're my sexy girlfriend Cindy." "Yes, James." I looked up at her and nodded timidly. As we stepped out of the shadow, a gust of wind blew from nowhere. I shivered as the flimsy mini-dress gave me little protection. Jasmine wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling my shivering body to her. I was grateful for her warm body and I leaned my head across her chest, just like the other girls around us did with their boyfriends. Jasmine felt kind of hard and tough on the chest as though she pumped iron regularly and had developed some sort of chest muscle. Suddenly, I realized what I did and I pulled away. "Sorry!" I apologized. "It's alright. I spent ages wrapping myself up with elastic bandage." "Oh! Does it hurt?" She shook her head. "Can I?" She nodded and I lay my head back across her plastered-down chest, as she wrapped an arm protectively around me. I wondered if I was merely imaging it but I thought I could hear her heart thumping maddeningly through the layers of bandage. She was just as nervous and excited as I was. Onto the promenade we strolled, looking every bit like young lovers. A couple of minutes later, we saw some girls carrying small rickety baskets at a distance. I thought it was strange. When they came closer, I saw that they were selling roses. "Sir, why don't you get a rose for your beautiful girlfriend?" One of the girls said to Jasmine. As Jasmine was wondering how to respond, another girl added, "Sir, you can't leave your lovely girlfriend without a rose on St. Valentine's Day!" The girls were still trying and their prices were pure extortion but that was beside the point. Jasmine and I were too stunned to listen further as we didn't know it was St. Valentine's Day. Surely, we saw decorations everywhere but neither of us had to bother with a boyfriend or girlfriend before. Finally, Jasmine bought a red rose from each girl and they left happily, thanking him, or her, and praising how pretty I looked in this dress. When they were gone, Jasmine and I stared awkwardly at each other. Then suddenly, we broke out in laughter. "Happy Valentine's Day, sexy." She said cheerfully. "Happy Valentine's Day, handsome." I giggled, clutching a bunch of expensive but lovely red roses. A happy night finally came to an end when Jasmine and I waved goodbye and climbed onto our separate buses. Then, I began to dread. I planned how to leave home but I had no idea how I could get back without being discovered. My only option was to wait on the cold night street and tried to sneak inside after all lights went out at home. It was almost 11:00 p.m. I just hoped that I wouldn't have long to wait. After a while, however, I could stand the chill no longer and I took refuge at a 7-11 just around the block. The shop was empty except for the lady at the cashier and a boy in a brown sweater who stood with his back to me behind a food stand. Then I thought I saw the shape of bra-straps showing underneath the brown sweater. Was he wearing what I thought he was wearing? When the boy stepped away from stand, I saw that it was not a sweater but a baggy dress that came almost down to the knees and that was not a boy at all. She was some two to three inches taller that me with very short hair, much like Jasmine. She wore sheer black tights that drew attentions to her long slim legs. And she had a pair of Birkenstock sandals with a narrow one-band strap in neon-yellow. I became instantly jealous of her long legs. When she turned sideway to inspect the rack displaying pot-noodles, I noticed that she didn't have much to show on top. I placed her at A-cups. Suddenly, I realized that I had seen her in the neighbourhood before. She was around my age. I had seen her in her school dress and knew which school she went to and vice versa. She turned and spotted me. My heart was thudding painfully all of a sudden. I didn't know what to do and I froze. She stared straight into my eyes then she looked me up and down, as if trying to place me. I was so scared that I shifted my gaze to the rack displaying chocolates and candy bars next to me. After a while, I stole a glance at her and she was still staring at me in puzzlement. O.M.G. she knew, I thought to myself. But then she frowned. Perhaps, she couldn't be sure. "Lovely roses," she said in a friendly tone and smiled. In red face, I smiled back but I didn't dare saying anything in case my voice would betray me. I hid myself behind a tall display rack, as she went to pay at the cashier. I sauntered between the 7-11 shop and the street across home a few times until all lights went out at home. Then I waited some more before slipping quietly in. Granny was furious with me the following morning and said that I should have at least called. Yes, I apologized and yes, I swore that I would give her a call next time. Although I thought to myself, "Since when did young lovers bother calling home on a night out on St Valentine's Day?" By the time granny's angered died down, I was already looking forward to next Friday's outing. Back to Steven, I came across that tall girl with small breasts a couple of times over the weekend. Each time she stared quizzically at me, as if wondering whether to confront me with her discovery, or to ask if I had a twin sister. It took all my will power to keep looking straight ahead and pretended to walk nonchalantly past her. I told Jasmine at school the following Monday and she just laughed. No, she didn't have a pair of Birkenstock to lend me. So the fun went on. I tried her short skirts, long dresses and all kinds of footwear. Some, I didn't even bother returning to her. She was rather thoughtful and gave me a few handbags in different colours and a couple of watches to match with Cindy's outfit. My only complaint was that she didn't have heels higher than 3 inches. I knew that she didn't need high-heels but I did and I wanted to try stilettos, the higher the heels the better, preferably 5 inches so that I wouldn't look like a midget walking beside her. Well, I supposed that I should be grateful to Jasmine and stop moaning about. When we went out, I adjusted my bosom to either A or B-cups, depending on the outfit she picked for me. I found girls' breasts most attractive like that. Once in a while I would bring the schoolgirl outfit in the pink backpack and changed into them after school to go shopping with Jasmine. On day, Jasmine spotted hair growing on Cindy's legs! So, we went to a Watson's shop and we agreed that Cindy should give depilatory cream a try. I picked a tube of Nair in raspberry flavour. At home, I did my legs first and then I decided to do the armpits too. When Jasmine saw my baby-smooth armpits, she lent me a sleeveless dress that Friday. The problem was that bra-straps kept slipping out of the dress and I had to pull it back over the shoulder ever time! But it was fun with that dress, if one could call it fun. This went on even during the summer holiday when Jasmine took Cindy to a hair salon. I had my hair trimmed to a chic feminine style. When granny saw it for the first time, however, she told me not to go back to that barber again. She said my hair looked funny. Secretly, I was so pleased with my wavy perm. I had great fun dressing up as Cindy. However, the novelty and excitement gradually died down. Yet, for some inexplicable reasons I continued to play the role of little Cindy and had many daring yet uneventful outings with James, or was it Jasmine? It was another new school year. A new girl called Rosemary joined our class. She was transferred from another school, a tiny fraction under 5'5", with long wavy jet-black hair, pretty in the face but in a common sort of way and with a decent bosom. She was among a handful of girls who took turn to play the piano during school assemblies. Understandably, Rosemary became the focus of attention of the boys. "She's very pretty, isn't she?" Jasmine asked out of the blue one day during the morning recess. "Well, she's okay, I suppose." "Come on, admit it. You fancy her, don't you Steven?" "No, not really." I said as I shook my head. "Everybody says she is the prettiest girls in school and you said she's just okay! You have really stringent criteria for girls. So, tell me what sort of girls you fancy really?" I looked up at her and I debated whether I should tell her the truth. The short answer was that I fancied Jasmine, had been for a long time. I just couldn't find the right word or moment to tell her. Another thing was that she was still almost a couple of inches taller than me. I knew it sounded silly but I felt kind of inadequate! After some deliberation, I shivered as words started pouring out of me. "The type of girl I fancy... well... First of all, she has to be tall. Secondly, I prefer girls with short hair, like yours. Thirdly, she must have sparkling intelligent eyes and a cool pretty face. Well, in fact like yours would be perfect. Fourthly, she must have a cheerful and straightforward character, or even boyish manner that I don't mind..." "Come on, stop kidding me. I really want to know what type of girls appeal to you." "And I just told you. I fancy you, Jasmine." She probably thought that I was pulling her legs for she just turned and started walking away. "Hey, Jasmine. It's the truth. Why do you think I keep our Friday engagements, for my Cindy incarnation? I admit that it was fun at the beginning. Now, I keep our dates only because I want to be with you." Just as suddenly, she started to run and dashed out of the classroom. I sat feeling dejected in my seat. Jasmine avoided me for the rest of the week. I just couldn't decide if it was anger or what that I read in her face. Friday came. I had to confront her. "Jasmine, I'm sorry if I upset you the other day." Jasmine just stared right through me as if I wasn't there. "Come on, aren't we friends anymore. If what I told you the other day upset you, then please forgive me." But I didn't say to forget about what I said, because I really meant it and I had been struggling for ages to tell her how I felt about her. Still, she gave no response. "Aren't we keeping our engagement this evening?" In her full height of 5'9", Jasmine gazed down at me and said after a long hesitation, "If you must." "Please, Jasmine." I pleaded with her. "All right. But remember, you asked for it." My grandparents went to dad's place for dinner and a bit of mahjong on Friday night as usual, as they knew that I would be going out with friends. I picked my Cindy outfit carefully, remembering what Jasmine liked and didn't like. I couldn't afford to upset her again. At the end, I picked a pale green plain dress that she lent me months ago, a pair of three-inch slip-on stiletto sandals that she and I bought together for Cindy and I added a pair of clip-on dangling earrings that I picked from the collection her mum bought her, but I wore no makeup. I took an early bus and arrived 15 minutes ahead of schedule. I didn't want to keep her waiting. However, I was surprised to see that Jasmine was there already. I was even more surprised to find that gone was her James disguise. She was wearing a pastel pink knee-length dress that somehow accentuated her modest high breasts; white patent leather flats; and she had a pair of clip-on earrings similar to the ones that were dangling down my ears. There was no makeup. We dressed so much alike that night, except that I needed my heels! I stood dumbfounded! "Jasmine, you are So Pretty!" For the first time since I came to know her she actually blushed and that made her even prettier. "You fibber." she smiled coyly. "No, Jasmine. I mean it. You... I mean I know that you like dressing casually, like... you know. But you should at least give you mum's dresses a try. You look so lovely in a dress!" "Well, I bought this dress myself, for tonight." "You mean you dress up for me? Oh Jasmine, you should dress up more often." "I bought this dress the day you said you... liked me. You know, you really took me by surprise. Then I was kind of worried that you wouldn't ask me out tonight." She said timidly. Suddenly, I was lost for words. I had never seen a prettier girl before my eyes. There was an awkward silence. Then I could contain myself no more as I leaned across, hugged her and gave a little peck on her cheek. She went bright red! "Hey!" she said. "Sorry, I can't help it. You look like a dream." "People are staring at us. They are probably thinking that we are dykes." "Oops!" In the past, Jasmine, or James rather, took the lead. Now, I just didn't know what to do. After some more hesitation, Jasmine linked arms with me as we strolled excitedly along Nathan Road. It was a whole new kind of feeling. I felt awkward in my Cindy outfit. But it was like walking in dreamland. I had never been so happy before in my life. Now, I can no longer recall where we went to eat or what we did that night. The only thing that I remembered was that I insisted on taking her home and waited across the street until she waved goodbye with a shy grin and closed the door. I packed all my Cindy outfits immediately after I went home. It was kind of awkward to return them to Jasmine and I just stuffed them in the pink backpack and hid it at the back of my wardrobe. And that was the last I saw of Cindy's things. She smiled coyly when we met at school the following Monday. We were dying for our next date. Yet, we had to wait as the exams were coming up. For the next two weeks, we spoke and when there was nobody around we held hands discretely during recesses but we stayed home to study on Fridays and the weekends. She and I had a secret competition over the past years to see who scored better grades. It was a Wednesday and we were alone in the classroom. "Are you free tonight, Steven?" "Yes?" "Do you fancy going out?" She asked timidly. "Yes, sure. What's up?" I was suddenly so excited. "Nothing." We met in Mongkok a little later than usual at 8:30 p.m. because Jasmine said that she must have dinner with her folks before going out. At first, I was disappointed that she didn't wear a dress. She had a pair of denim jeans. It was not the loose-fitting type that James wore but a pair of butt hugging slim-fit that really showed off her shapely long legs. She had a white linen jacket on top and O.M.G. underneath was a pale orange tube-top that show-off her bare midriff and her cute belly button. A few weeks ago, I would never have dreamed Jasmine wearing something so... I just didn't know how to describe. But she was so sexy and stunningly beautiful. "You look ravishing!" I exclaimed. Awkwardly, I felt that I was getting an erection. "I've been wondering for some time whether I should have my ears pierced. What do you think, Steven?" "Yes, that would be nice. At least, you don't have to wear those clip-on things. There were really kind of uncomfortable." I was speaking from experience then. "Well, can you accompany me? I am a bit, you know... gives me the creeps thinking that someone is sticking needles..." "Sure!" I said, really pleased that she had asked me along. We went to a jewellery shop on Nathan Road. I held her hand and it was done quickly. Jasmine smiled afterwards as she checked the result in a mirror. She looked really pleased with her gold ear-studs. I tried to pay for them but she turned me down firmly. "Did it hurt?" I asked as we walked hand-in-in along the busy shopping district. "Not really. Felt scorching hot for fractions of a second then it was over. Thanks for coming with me." She smiled ever so sweetly. In fact she looked radiant and I noticed men all around were stealing glances at her. I didn't know why but I was looking to get away from the crowded streets, for somewhere quiet where I could... Where I could what? I really had no idea. We turned a side street and I suddenly pulled her into a back alley. And before I had time to think, I was reaching up on tiptoe and kissing her in the mouth. There was a look of shock in her eyes. But then she was kissing me back and we were glued together for ages. Her kiss tasted just so sweet. "Jasmine, I love you." "You mean that?" In the dark side lane, she looked anxiously into my eyes. "Yes, I don't know how or when it started but I had fallen madly in love with you Jasmine." "Oh, that's the sweetest birthday present for me!" Stunned, I looked up at her and asked, "You mean it's your birthday today?" She nodded. "But why didn't you tell me?" If I had known that I would have insisted on buying her the gold ear-studs. "I just told you, Steven." We searched in each other's eyes when we kissed again, tentatively at first then with a fierce passion that we didn't know we possessed. By then I was having a massive erection and my hands were just getting a little naughty. They went searching for her bare midriff. But by then I lost all my self-control as my palms quickly reached up until they were each cupping a springy teen breast over her tube top. I was surprised to find that Jasmine was not wearing a bra underneath and her nipples hardened in my palms! "Oh!" She gasped and tried to push my hands away. But when she discovered that I was holding on to her, she added urgently in a hush voice. "Stop, Steven. People will see us." Her exact meaning registered. She didn't mind me touching her. She just didn't want people to see us but there was no one around. So, I squeezed a little more, feeling how wonderful her warm half grapefruit-sized breasts were in my palms. Her breasts were just a handful each, not big but not small by any means either. Just right for me. I was debating if I should reach underneath her top and grab a handful of the real thing but I thought that might be going too far. After all, it was our first date as Jasmine and Steven. "They are nice, Jasmine. What size are they?" I asked rather rudely for it was the first thing that came to my mind. "33B." She said in a timid voice and she avoided my gaze. My cock was by then throbbing maddeningly down there and my heart was thudding thunderously in my ears. I thought that I must have been going crazy. Otherwise, I must be in heaven! Suddenly, I thought something brushed against my crotch as though by accident. But then I felt Jasmine's warm palm wrapping around the whole length of my hard cock over the pants. And I just couldn't breathe! Oh, shit! I thought that I was going to come in my pants. I immediately let go of her breasts and the stimulant lessened a little. Luckily, Jasmine also released her hand the next second. I stared at her in disbelief. I never thought that she could be so bold! She must have realized how shocked I was. . "You were so convincing as Cindy that I thought I better make sure." She spoke coyly and gave a rare Cindy mention. "And?" I didn't know what else to say for my heart was still thudding so fiercely. "And, Wow!" She giggled and said, "I had never imagined it would be so big." I must be grinning like an idiot. Come to think of it, it was a relief that she didn't ask me what size it was. In retrospect, I believed that she had planned all these, the tube top, no bra and everything, just to tease me. She straightened her top, gave me a peck on the cheek as we stepped back onto the street. "Mum would be furious with you." Jasmine said. "For what?" She wasn't going to tell her mum that I touched her, was she? "Mum had asked to take me and have my ears pierced so many times before and I kept saying no. When she see these tonight," she touched her ear-studs cheerfully, "she would be really mad at you." "So, what are you saying, that you set me up again?" 32A "How did you guess?" She giggled and continued, "But don't you worry. She would be so pleased knowing that I have finally hooked up with a boyfriend and she needn't worry about her daughter being a tomboy or worse, a lesbian." "Jasmine, I was sort of worried that you might not like me, as a boyfriend I mean. You're taller than me." The confession had been at the back of my mind for some time and was the very reason why I held back all these years from telling her how I truly felt about her. "How can you be so daft? Why do you think I was so anxious to find out what type of girls you fancy? I really like you, 'cos you're so sweet!" She kissed me and said, "Well, now that's incentive for you to take up sports, right? Say, I shall give you another year. If your situation doesn't improve, then I shall look for another boyfriend." I stared at her but of course she was just kidding me. I walked her home and gave her our first goodbye kiss but there was no messing about on her doorsteps. I must have waved like an idiot until she finally clicked the door shut behind her. At school, we dropped our pretences in front the others and we were inseparable. I took her advice seriously and joined the basketball team while Jasmine became my personal cheerleader. As soon as we both reached the age of consent, we made love. It was a first time for the both of us and we were so nervous. Despite obvious obstacles, we made it an enjoyable success. As it was kind of very personal, I don't think Jasmine would want me to share it with readers here. I recalled asking her if it hurt. "Yes, exquisitely!" She replied with a shy grin, her eyes misted. Then one day, Jasmine dropped me a bomb. No, I didn't give her a baby if that was what you silly buggers were thinking, as we had been very careful. It was just that she said she went on the pill. "Are you sure that you are getting the right stuff?" I was suddenly very concerned. "Yes, mum took me to the family doctor who gave me a prescription." "You WHAT?" "What's the matter, Steven?" "You told mum about us?" "Why not? She's my mum and I was glad that I told her..." I didn't know why but I was furious and worried at the same time. "What if she..." "Come on. Don't be such a baby, Steven. Mum's really cool about it and she wants to meet you." "No way!" That Friday, I went with Jasmine to see her mum Iris. She was really nice and didn't make it awkward for us. She said that I was welcome to visit anytime. Jasmine told me later that right after I left, Iris told her that I was always welcome, provided that we don't lock ourselves in Jasmine's bedroom for funny business. "Was she mad at me, Jasmine?" "No, I think she really likes you." To cut a long story short, Jasmine and I stayed together after graduation and went to separate universities. Now, as I keep tossing and turning in bed thinking back over the years, I just can't believe how lucky I am to have met Jasmine. Well, in another six hours, we are going to get married at her church. My mum flew back from the States for the occasion and many of our old school friends will be there. Bless us!